HOWARD SAFIR, the police commissioner, today must show the same blood and guts he displayed when he shot a mutt through the heart after his partner had been wounded.

Today at Police Plaza he must immediately invoke emergency powers to requisition all tranquilizer guns from the Bronx Zoo.

Failing that, he can contact Tommy Ryan, a former cop who knows a lot of Long Island fishermen.

And for their duty and honor to the tri-state area, those fishermen will donate their nets.

Because if we can’t get enough tranquilizer guns, nets will do the job of cleaning up after someone left the door of Creedmoor unlocked.

Like all dramas, we pray for a peaceful end when Brooklyn Council Member Annette Robinson of Bedford-Stuyvesant finds a well air-conditioned room with rubber walls.

The problem with Annette is that some feminazis might entertain for a split second as serious what she said yesterday about the Puerto Rican Day Parade: “We look at the officers that were on duty and wonder if – were they not in uniform – would they be the ones who participate in the kind of behavior that was existent in Central Park.”

Dear Annette quite obviously has a favorite television show – the test pattern.

Is she out of her minuscule mind to believe that the best police department in the whole world would participate in gang gropes and in actual physical intrusion of innocent women?

Pat Lynch, president of the Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association (PBA) told me yesterday: “When I first heard about it, I thought it was a bad rumor or a failed joke. I could not believe that any responsible councilperson would say such a thing.

“It is outrageous to suggest that anyone, no less a councilperson, would suggest that any police officer would participate in the brutalization of women.

“Our members put lives and blood on the line every day to protect the rights of all New York citizens.”

Madame Annette, before she gets tranquilized or put in that air-conditioned rubber room, makes Al Sharpton look like Francis of Assisi.

Oh, I can’t get inside Al’s brain today but I can guess: “She said what? Well that takes the heat off me for the next couple of weeks.”

What is amazing is that Madame Annette is one of the honchos of the 22-member committee that is parachuting around New York to “heal community-police relations.”

This is to healing like the guillotine is to headaches.

Madame Annette should look closer to her own neighborhood and – rather than excoriating brave cops of all colors, who bleed red but wear blue – look at her own neighborhood.

Perhaps Madame Annette should revisit the families of children throughout eastern Brooklyn who have been wantonly shot in the crossfire of horrific drive-by shootings from creatures who are sired in her borough.

I refuse to take Madame Annette’s ravings seriously.

I just put it down to the virus that infects all of our brains when that taut piano wire between brilliance and insanity snaps.